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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
787
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
One More
A fluffy drabble, review so I know what you think.
Disclaimer: Very simple. I don't own FMA.
Warnings: This is a male/male romantic connection.
One More
Another date, another failure. Maybe he should just give up and stay single forever. He took another sip. Was this his 6th? 7Th? He wasn't sure and didn't really care. One more, he decided, one more try. If it didn't work out, he was destined to be alone. He looked around, suddenly not wanting to drink alone anymore. A familiar form entered the bar and waved, making it's way over. A few more drinks, a pack of cigarettes, and many words of consolation and encouragement later, he stumbled home, securely supported by a strong arm around his waist. At the door, it seemed like a good idea to invite his drinking partner in, and an even better one to kiss him.
The next morning, a bleary eyed Jean Havok rolled over and came face to face with a sleeping Alex Armstrong. He froze, then shrugged mentally. One more time couldn't hurt.
Disclaimer: Very simple. I don't own FMA.
Warnings: This is a male/male romantic connection.
One More
Another date, another failure. Maybe he should just give up and stay single forever. He took another sip. Was this his 6th? 7Th? He wasn't sure and didn't really care. One more, he decided, one more try. If it didn't work out, he was destined to be alone. He looked around, suddenly not wanting to drink alone anymore. A familiar form entered the bar and waved, making it's way over. A few more drinks, a pack of cigarettes, and many words of consolation and encouragement later, he stumbled home, securely supported by a strong arm around his waist. At the door, it seemed like a good idea to invite his drinking partner in, and an even better one to kiss him.
The next morning, a bleary eyed Jean Havok rolled over and came face to face with a sleeping Alex Armstrong. He froze, then shrugged mentally. One more time couldn't hurt.